Sunday Reflections- Whose Will?
Seven sins tainted
Make that a million!
I'd far say more
So what good is my will?
It's a soiled sheet
My mind partners with
Darkness time and time
I admit defeat
But praises I sing
"Make me pure"
Can this not be?
Offspring that I am
Of original sin,
Iniquities den?
"Sin no more?
"Go- and sin no more"
I'm desperately trying
Relying helplessly
By Your blood
For this is my only chime
Your will be done not mine
Published by Loraine Alkire
Loraine Alkire is a freelance writer and cultural humorist living in Southern California. Alkire has had three amazing careers and a lifetime's worth of experiences to draw from in love, laughter, playtime... View profile
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Excellent one!
This reminds of a piece for poetry jam with the dense rhyming, I can picture you teaching the masses =-)
Loraine, this is a beautiful poem -- and it contains the whole crux of the matter: Thy will be done, not mine. Thanks for this.